Shane was unconscious for a few hours after his third failed rape attempt.
“Wewey Daddeh?” Sally asked, incredulous.
“That’s right, Daddy’s good friend Dr. Redacted made it so that whenever Shane tries to be a bad fluffy, his thinkie place will stop him and punish him.” Pistol assured his fluffy as he scratched her behind the ear just how she liked it.
GASP! “Sawwy wub Doktah We-dact-did! Doktah su nicies!” Sally almost purred as she leaned into Pistol-ear-scrachies-based bliss.
“Bu how Shane thinkie pwace gib Shane owwies?” Sally asked when the scratching finally stopped.
“You’ll see Sally, You’ll see.”
Later that day, Pistol had just finished speed-solving his 19x19x19 rubik’s cube, and as he took off his blindfold, he saw that Shane was finally coming to. Pistol took a moment to watch the edgy-ass black and red fluffy blink at the light as he sat on Pistol’s desk, still corked.
“Why Shane hab speshul wump owwies?” Shane asked as soon as he spotted Pistol looking at him.
“Because you were bad, and your thinkie place decided to punish you.”
“Shane nu undastan, why thinkie pwace meanie?” Shane asked Pistol.
“You tried to force special huggies onto Sally, even though she didn’t want them, and since rape is bad, your brain punished you.”
“Wape nu ba’, dummeh mawe onwy gud fow enfies an’ make babbehs!” Shane said, but he had hardly finished before he involuntarily slammed his nose into the desk. “OWWIES!”
“See? Your thinkie place realized that you were thinking and saying mean and bad things, so it punished you. Since you were being a bad fluffy since you got here, I called my friend Dr. Redacted, and he made it so that your thinkie place will punish you whenever you are bad.”
Shane saw Red. Or he would have, but Red isn’t in this story yet, so Shane was just really angry.
“SHANE HATE DUMMEH STOOPI DOKTAH! GON GIB FOWEBAH SWEE-” His demeanor changed instantly and very calmly he looked right at Pistol and said, “Daddeh, Shane wa ba’ an’ nee-” Shane clasped his front hooves over his mouth, clearly not wanting to continue the newly programmed statement.
“What is it Shane? Is there something you need to tell daddy?” Pistol said, almost mockingly.
Shane shook his head before tentatively lowering his hooves before snapping them back into place as his mouth started the statement again. The statement would not be denied for long, as after ten more seconds with his hooves to his mouth, Shane’s mouth started involuntarily biting at his hooves, which got him to move them away.
“OWWIES, WHY TAWKIE PWA- Daddeh, Shane wa ba’ an’ nee wheew ob hewties.” The fluffy said before he could stop himself.
“Well, if you’re sure Shane” Pistol said as he stood up and carried Shane to the soundproofed basement. Inside was a new addition, a two foot tall wheel with many punishments on it was on the floor next to a black and red striped button. The wheel had several iterations of common punishments, with each wedge having four different degrees of the same punishment, with the severity increasing as they got closer to the center of the wheel.
“Here you go Shane, you just hold down the button as long as you want and once you let go, wherever the wheel stops is what punishment you get. Get to it”
“Wha Daddeh mean?” Shane asked, not quite getting it.
“You’ll figure it out soon enough, just push the button.”
“Nu wan”
“Don’t be naughty Shane, push the button.”
“NU!” Shane shouted, stomping his hoof, before suddenly his hooves shot to his mouth again.
“Looks like you have something to say again.”
This time Shane managed to resist the pain from biting his soft leathery hooves with his soft teeth, and after thirty seconds, he punched himself across the face. “Owwie- Daddeh, Shane nee mowe hewties”
“I guess you need to push the button twice now.”
“Nu wan-” Shane managed to say before he sprinted into the nearest wall at full speed, lowering his horn at the last moment. His horn cracked loudly at the collision, breaking the tip of it off.
“Looks like your thinkie place thinks you’re being very bad, you had better push the button” Pistol chided Shane.
“Nu-” Shane shut up the instant he felt him self get up and start to run, “OTAY OTAY, WIWW PUSH BUTTON!” He abruptly ceased his running and tumbled head over arse, coming to a stop close to the button.
Grimacing, Shane got up and pushed the button, the wheel spun, and slowed to land on ‘left ear’ the outermost option reading ‘piercing’.
“Ear piercing? Okay” Pistol crossed out the ‘piercing’ option with a pen and went to go get something while Shane mumbled something about disliking the wheel, but since he didn’t swear or threaten it, his new programming was not activated.
“Here you go buddy” Pistol said and before Shane could react, Pistol used a hand held hole punch to put three holes through Shane’s left ear in a neat line.
“SCREEE!” Shane tried to retroactively flinch away, but it was not very effective.
“DUMMEH WOWEST STOO-” WHAM, Shane’s face smacked the floor. He then curled into a ball and softly huuhuu-ed for a minute before Pistol spoke.
“That was one, you told me that you need to push the button twice, so hop to it.”
Again, Shane hesitated until he felt himself getting up to run at a wall, but this time he just fell over before forcing himself to get up and walk back to the button. A quick glance at Pistol told Shane that there was no other way, and he pushed down on the button again. This time it landed on ‘front left leg’ and the outermost said ‘thumb tack for a day’.
“Hold out your front left leg Shane.” Pistol said after he had grabbed a thumb tack. Shane was too scared to resist, and just held out his leg.
“Here you go Buddy!” Pistol shouted, startling Shane as he shoved the thumb tack through Shane’s soft leathery hoof, and left it there.
“OWWIE!” Shane said, and he tried to run from the pain, but he couldn’t get away because every time he put weight on that leg, the pain was back.
“Well, I hope you’ve learned… something… let’s get you back to the safe room.” Pistol told Shane as he carried the fluffy upstairs.